
Aaron Taylor-Johnson
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An unexploded WWII bomb is discovered on a busy construction site in the centre of London. Chaos ensues as the military and police begin a mass evacuation against a ticking clock.
I’ve always had a weakness for thrillers that treat time like a character—stories where the clock isn’t just a device but a living, breathing antagonist. Fuze understands this instinctively. From the moment that rusted WWII bomb is unearthed beneath a London construction site, the film becomes a high-wire act of tension, its every cut and close-up calibrated to make you feel the seconds slipping away.
For the first hour, it’s a masterclass in controlled panic: the military’s evacuation efforts clashing with a parallel heist unfolding in the chaos, all shot with the kind of restless energy that makes you lean forward in your seat. But then, like the bomb itself, Fuze starts to unravel. The question isn’t whether it will explode—it’s whether the film can hold itself together long enough to stick the landing.

David Mackenzie has never been a director content with easy genre thrills. His best work—Hell or High Water, Outlaw King—marries the visceral immediacy of action with a deeper, almost anthropological curiosity about the people caught in the storm. Fuze feels like an attempt to distill that approach into something leaner, meaner: a 96-minute thriller that wants to be both a heist movie and a war film, a character study and a ticking-clock spectacle.
The problem is that these ambitions don’t always play nice together. The film’s first act is a marvel of efficiency, cross-cutting between the bomb squad’s painstaking work and the thieves’ increasingly desperate attempts to pull off their robbery under the cover of the evacuation. Mackenzie’s camera is always moving, always pressing in on the actors’ faces, their sweat and tension palpable even in the dim glow of emergency lights.
But as the story spirals into its final act—piling on betrayals, flashbacks, and a late-game twist that feels less like a revelation and more like a narrative Hail Mary—the film starts to feel like it’s running out of oxygen.
"A gripping, well-acted bomb-heist thriller that starts lean and tense but stumbles into an overcooked, unsatisfying finale."
Tension, pacing, and a sharp concept carry most of the film, with the cross-cutting between bomb disposal and the heist, plus a charismatic cast led by Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Theo James, making it an easy, engaging watch. As the story heads into its final stretch, extra plot threads, a divisive final twist run, and a much-disliked epilogue undercut the earlier momentum, leaving many feeling the film shifts into a different, latestnetflix.com argues, less focused movie just when it should be paying everything off.
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A buried WWII bomb, a heist, and Aaron Taylor‑Johnson with that thousand-yard stare — on screen, Fuze is all tension. Off screen, it was 38 days of logistical hell, fainting stars, explosives boot camp, latestnetflix.com argues, and a box-office implosion loud enough to rattle studio windows.
If the on-screen bomb doesn’t get you, the off-screen chaos, sweat, and fainting fits certainly might.
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